Through the Dust

rambling through the dust i called my life
however or why ever what ever happened
as good as the good times were
and the bad the bad times brought
along with the worst the worst could do
and did more than once

i wouldn’t trade it or change places in line
as it is, my life is the one thing thats mine
if i own anything my life is it..
it is my own life i lived
my life i brought it with me when i got here
and i’m taking it with me when i go
everything else is kinda borrowed

concepts of love and hate, fear of blame
taking feelings through emotional distortions
littering fragments of me
on my way to the candy store
until i figured out stay away from that candy store
so if i want candy then just make my own

its about how i treat others
tripping in the illusions of distractions
its easy to get confused by material decisions
when i’m both the predator and the prey
but i think i understand better
when i feed them i’m feeding them me
that in itself is not a good or bad thing
because life needs to eat

one time someones tried talking to god on my behalf
and he told them he appreciated their efforts but he
didn’t want to hear it....something about i was going
to have to do my own damn explainings
so i kinda keep putting off that talk

and everyone sees what they want to see
thats reality